Wading
through the muck
Lab time, doing tests
I wander through the pond
Watch little frogs scurry by
Mud up to my knees, water up to my thigh
My leg becomes stuck
I wobble forward
People start to gather
Whispers of “oh no” go through the crowd
As I fall into the mud
A chorus of “ooooh man” fills the scene
I try to get up, yet fall forward this time
Finally I get out, covered in wet dirt
My shoulders and face are the only clean things
“Hey Mr. Connick, how are ya?” I ask my teacher
I grin and laugh, as he laughs at the mess I am
And I clean up and find my friends
And I tell them my amusing story
